Snow Dance..

The professor of Anthropology, John McNeil, recommended reading Lewis as an influence for writing good papers. I find this to be true. When I read Lewis, or any good writer like Diana, for example, I am inspired to write. Writing becomes an art form, and not a mandatory paper writing function or way of recording factual events.
The Narnian Chronicles are some books that the more I live the more I get out of them. I have been reading through them this summer, and have just finished The silver Chair. This used to be my least favourite of the books but I have been pleasantly surprised to find that my appreciation of this book has grown and now I have no least favourite of this series.
There is one passage in particular that painted a lovely picture in my mind:


...then she saw that they were really doing a dance-- a snow dance with so many complicated steps and figures that it took you some time to understand it....Jill felt like she could have fainted with delight; and the music-- the wild music, intensely sweet and yet just the least bit eerie too, and full of good magic as the Witch’s thrumming had been full of bad magic--made her feel it all the more.
...circling round and round the dancers was a ring of Dwarfs, all dressed in their finest clothes; mostly scarlet with fur-lined hoods and golden tassels and big furry top-boots. As they circles round they were all diligently throwing snow balls. ...They weren’t throwing them at the dancers as silly boys might be doing in England. They were throwing them through the dance in such perfect time with the music and with such perfect aim that if all the dancers were in exactly the right places at exactly the right moments, no one would be hit. This is called the Great Snow Dance and it is done every year in Narnia on the first moonlit night when there is snow in the ground. Of course it is a kind of game as well as a dance, because every now and then some dancer will be the least little bit wrong and get a snow ball in the face, and then everyone laughs. But a good team of dancers, Dwarfs, and musicians will keep it up for hours without a single hit. On fine nights when the cold and the drum-taps, and the hooting of the owls, and the moonlight, have got into their wild, woodland blood and made it even wilder, they will dance till day break. I wish you could see it for yourselves.

My new goal is to find a few musicians, dancers and snow ball throwers and make up a Snow Dance. Of course I can not make up the Great Snow Dance, but I would like to choreograph and write something called a snow dance and inspired and guided by this. The music and drums would resemble a really good wild Irish reel, and the dance would be none other than the best to dance to this type, that is, steps sharp and quick as Irish with leaps and kicks from ballet. And also some flamenco arms and passion here and there.